Then I was up in my room, on the bed, on top of the covers, with my sneakers off and my legs stretched out in front of me and the pillows propped behind me so that I could sit against the headboard and open my laptop, and could type out, into a document, some of the thoughts that had been occurring to me during the drive so far, even if at this point those thoughts were quite disorganized, and would need later to be revised, and perhaps even to be reordered, according to a different chronology.